Star Trek: Ascendant - Shakedown Cruise IC

"While that possibility probably it's unlikely. Though to be honest I wasn't expecting a problem with our secondary buffer system this early. I'm glad we caught it before we started using it though," he pauses to stretch his neck, he'd been at this issue for quite some time now and his muscles were getting tighter.

"I was not expecting that to fix this problem, so it might be worth seeing if the converter is damaged before moving on," Winters stands up, leaving the panel propped against the wall. Normally he'd never leave it unattached and unattended, but since there were but a few crewmen aboard the Ascendant and he knew he'd have need to address this particular panel once more, he decided to leave it as-is.
 

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The Lieutenant Commander in the yellow security uniform finally looks up from the PADD he is reading, as if finally hearing his name. "Ah, Doctor Crescent," he says with an easy smile. "My apologies...these new security protocols are quite riveting." He offers the doctor his hand in greeting. "Its been too long."

He turns to look at the others in the shuttle with them. "Please to meet you gentleman. I'm Lieutenant Commander Jonas Hale. Chief of Security and Tactical Operations"
 

"Hrmph," Benson grunts at the secuirty chief. "The man who will probably be throwing me in the brig before we leave space dock, yes so glad to meet you," he says rolling his eyes.
 

Hale raises an eyebrow at the old ensign's attitude. "Well, I was planning on letting you unpack before I throw you in the brig," he says, a bit of humor in his voice. "Its less work for me that way."
 

"HAHA!!" the old man roars with laughter slapping his knee. "Funny I think I may like you, so I will unpack quickly for you." he says with a wink.
 

"Most thoughtful of you," says Hale, still smiling. The Lieutenant Commander turns back to Doctor Crescent. "So doc...how have the last couple of years treated you? Still fascinated by alien physiology?"
 

Slowly, the golden furred female moved up to Ensign Benson, "Ensign say Commander, if want fly. Ship in not-wet dock 18, next to Queen of Fleet frame."

GM's Note: as you can tell, Federation standard language is not Bry'nn's forte. She is considered a natural pilot though.

Chirp, the communicator rang out. "Cherok to Winters."
 



[sblock=ooc]sorry somehow missed that was directied at me specially when i don't understand 1/2 what she said so the question goes did Benson understand what she was trying to say.[/sblock]

"Hrmph!" Benson gives the golden Bry'nn a wary look, "I would need someone to show me where the enter command was on the console first."
 
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